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"So I let Crazy take a spin
Then I let Crazy settle in
Kicked off my shoes
Shut reason out
He said, "first let's just unzip your religion down
Heard that you were once Temptation's girl"

And as soon as you have rearranged the mess in your head
He will show up looking sane, perfectly sane
If I know Crazy" -- Tori Amos, Crazy

"I always have a curious sort of feeling about some of my things. I hate to show them--I am perfectly inconsistent about it--I am afraid people wont [sic] understand--and hope they wont--and am afraid they will." --Georgia O'Keeffe 1915



I just wrote several poems in the last few days, so here are the few that I deemed worthy. (:



Ocean Waves 3/19/04
easier to believe in glorious sadness
than to believe I'll ever be soul-happy
takes too much effort and I'm bone-weary
life carries on a plethora of non-choices


Lovebound 6/12/04
old memories and your voice
not sure where I stand
fearing to ask -- then I'd know, wouldn't I?
soft and sweet
too many miles between
what can I say?
lovebound still


Grow up 6/12/04
no regrets
only my own fear
Tormentor creeps in
takes me for a fool
just need to grow up


Undertow 6/12/04
the sand sunk around my toes
ocean waves hitting my shins
still worried about the undertow
ridiculous fear, I know
I remember the water swamped over my head
no breath
no way out
clawing for a hold
fears last for a long time
nighmares slowly fading
embers in my mind

Shooting Star 7/19/04
starting all over again
ly-lies should be more careful
I know this
I thought I was wearing the armour of cotton
only to find myself defenseless
all over again
stripped bare


Cast Upon the Rock 7/19/04
Siren's song is calling to you
sweet and beguiling
I cannot watch you crash
So dazzled by her voice
the pleasure overwhelming
Do you see the cliffs?
Do you know how close you are to drowning?
Watching you crash is breaking this heart
I have no lighthouse to show you the way


Inside the Box 7/30/04
so many things still inside the box
duct taped shut and protected
"sometimes i hear my voice"
but seems to be muted
quieter
or perhaps i simply ignore it
instead of feeding into it

feeding the monster
and it roars
starve it until it's voice dies
does this mean i die too?
is this monster a part of me?
is it me?
or is it just a voice to be turned off
when it all gets to be too much?

Do I even feel anymore?
I mean REALLY feel?
It all feels like so much stasis
and hiding from one's self.

how do i know what is necessary and what can be discarded?
what can I live without?
what do I need?
"sometimes I breathe you and I know you know"
feeling it, but removing it from my person at the same time


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